CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Cyrano.
Quick! hide flasks, plates, pie-dishes, game baskets! Hurry!—Let us all look unconscious!
[To Ragueneau.]
Up on your seat!—Is everything covered up?
[In an instant all has been pushed into the tents, or hidden under doublets, cloaks, and beavers. De Guiche enters hurriedly, stops suddenly, sniffing the air. Silence.]
SCENE VII
The Same. De Guiche.
De Guiche.
It smells good here.
A Cadet
[humming].
Lo! lo-lo!
De Guiche
[looking at him].
What is the matter?—You are very red!
The Cadet.
The matter?—Nothing!—'Tis my blood—boiling at the thought of the coming battle!
Another.
Poum, poum—poum…
De Guiche
[turning round].
What's that?
